Double Trouble

So that's his brother...

I had gotten to the parking lot and was getting ready to get into my car when I heard someone calling my name. Blake? When I turned around, he was running towards me with a somewhat relieved expression.

"Kate," he exhaled before stopping before me. "I hate to ask this, but my car is out of gas and I don't have time to wait for the bus. Do you mind giving me a ride to the hospital?"

***

It was mid-summer, so traffic wasn't really a problem. We sat in silence, but it wasn't awkward this time. Blake looked frustrated, while staring out the window, not saying a word. I wanted to ask why we were headed to the hospital but was scare that would be out of my place.

Unfortunately, I had always had a habit of letting my curiosity taking control.

"What is actually happening?" I asked.

He let out a breath and turned to me. "To be honest, I don't know." I looked back out the window. "God, he is so stupid."

"Does this happen often?" I asked. "Your brother calling for you to help him?"

"Too often." He turned to me again. "And he always picks the best times to do it." It was a clear sarcasm in his tone, which made me smile. "I'm so sorry for making you drive me," he said.

"Oh no, don't worry." I was going to say something about this being a continuation of our original date, but there hadn't really been enough talking to call it that.

"You're so nice," Blake smiled, while looking at me. He didn't look away, which made me kind of uncomfortable, but in a good way. "It's not often you meet girls like you these days. You know, girls who are kind, and actually looking for love."

"Really?" I looked at him for a second. "I feel like there are many of us. Guys on the other hand." I shook my head. "You should have seen the number of shirtless guys on tinder. They were all just showing off how hot they were, like everything is about looks or something. You really stood out of the crowd."

He made a slight dramatic gasp which made me realize how bad that sounded.

"Omg, no, that was not what I meant! I was talking about the shirtless fuck-boy energy."

He laughed. "It's fine, I get it, not everyone can be good looking."

"No Blake, I promise. You are very good looking." Oh ... my ... God.

"Wow, well okay." He smiled big at me. "Good thing I think you are very good looking too then."

Oh my God. Would he stop it? My face must have been red as tomato by now. "Thanks," I whispered.

He chuckled. "Yes, thanks to you to."

"But it's not all about looks though, as mentioned," I shot in, not knowing what else to say.

"Definitely not." He took a breath while looking out the window before turning to me again. "Good thing you're so kind and funny too then."

My cheeks heated up again and I automatically rolled my eyes. Normally I didn't like being called "kind" and stuff, since it basically was a synonym to boring, but Blake didn't make it sound like I was boring. He made "kind" sound good.

"Well," I started, unsure whether I was brave enough to continue my question. "If I'm so kind and funny, what do you say about going on another date sometimes? One where your brother won't be interrupting us." If it wasn't for that my hands were on the steering wheel, the shaking would probably be noticed pretty fast.

He didn't answer at first, just kept staring at me.

"Oh my gosh," I busted out after a couple of seconds that felt like hours. "Would you like to go on a second date with me or what?"

"Sure," he answered, simple and short. But his voice was so soft when saying the words, making it feel just right.

I tried not to reveal how ecstatically happy I felt the rest of the way, but I couldn't stop thinking about how strange this all was. Here I sat, right next to a cute guy, who actually showed an interest in me. I knew it was early, very early, but it didn't stop me from thinking about what perfect husband material he was.

"There it is," he said and pointed at a hospital building after a while. I turned in and parked in front of the entrance. "I'll be back as fast as I can," he said, with his worried expression back on, before closing the car door, and disappearing into the hospital.

***

I sat listening to Dixie chicks while looking through wedding dresses on Pinterest (No, that had nothing to do with my interest in Blake – I wasn't crazy obsessed with him ... yet).

Suddenly someone knocked on the window. Blake.

Standing behind him was his twin brother. There was no doubt in that! They both had the dark blond hair, only his brother's was slightly longer and messier. His brother seemed to be equally as tall as him as well, and he was wearing a white and buttoned up shirt and denim pants. They also seemed to have the same broad shoulders.

But one difference did I notice. Only one of the had a blue colored bruise under his eye, and an arm in a cast...

I locked open the car doors and Blake got in next to me, while his brother sat down in the seat right behind him. I wasn't quite sure what to say but couldn't stop catching glimpses of his brothers face through the mirror. It was mesmerizing how much they looked alike, yet there was this huge difference I couldn't really put my finger on.

"Thanks for waiting," Blake said, not speaking a word about this brother in the backseat. It became pretty fast clear to me that there was some tension between them.

"No problem," I said, before starting the car.

There suddenly came some laughter from the back. "You're not even going to introduce me?" There was a moment of silence. "Nothing? Dude, you finally got a girl to go out with you, I want to meet this crazy chick."

Blake breathed heavily out.

"Wow," his brother continued, and I got rather uncomfortable myself. "Guess ill just have to introduce myself then." He moved from his seat and over to the middle seat. "Fuck," he whispered, bumping into the seat in front of him with his hurt arm. He then got in between our seats and held out his other hand for me.

"I'm Chase."